Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
Makaton on Token: a secret form of punishment
pos | title |
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A1 | Paradise Lost |
A2 | Endless Revolt |
B1 | Guided By Voices |
B2 | Safety Word |